a simple sketch from a window




autumn encounter

as I write
she stands near naked
before me
with only the scantest
of cover left
she
my constant companion
this year out
is near stripped bare
by the relentless winds
of autumn
scattering her cover
of gold brown leaves 
into the garden
caught by fuschia
thorn hedge
and viola
magpies scour
her nakedness
seeking what
I do not know
but still they come
yet never go
she waves to me
sadly
cautiously
a neighbour
struggles against
the relentless
westerlies
unwisely
he raises his cap
in salutation
as if to say
grieve not
sweet lady
your spring
is yet to come





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-11-13 at 10:25

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2013-12-16


NicholasG
You have touched every heart in this land of a trillion trees. I must have raked a million leaves in my time and sworn at a thousand trees, yet now, as the red Xs appear on every 50 foot ash tree in the park abutting my back yard, I feel this close to them all. Thank you Peter for another piece of your magic.
Nick.
2013-11-17


melanie sue
*****STELLAR*****
2013-11-15


pia
1223455667765544333 stars to place in your garden..painfully beautiful,,,
2013-11-13


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You are the strangest poet, Peter. You are quieter than any of us, but you write with great skill.
2013-11-13


countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
The view out my window too . . . yesterday I noticed a linden utterly bare except for four or five leaves at the very top, holding on stubbornly, as I do now that there is a heavy frost every night and winter creeps closer and closer. Last night wind from the north and freezing rain, and this morning the last leaves are gone. All is redeemed by the pines that have lost a million million needles yet are still green.
2013-11-13



This is so beautiful
I love it:)
bookmarking!
2013-11-13


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks for sharing this, it encourages me to see.
2013-11-13